grahamg
Old codger
- Location
- South of Manchester, UK
"We've all experienced a little bit of this no doubt, and maybe we can still remember a little of what it was like" (?).
Love makes a man, (or woman!), many things, and apparently one of them is sick in some ways.
My late father used to say when he first met my mother and they started dating, when he was just eighteen and she was still fifteen, he could no longer hit anything when he tried to control the rabbit population on his father's farm. Rabbit meat was a very useful source of protein and even income for the farm as they could readily be sold in the local town on market days, especially when meat rationing was on during and after WWII. Myy father couldn't tolerate this for long, so by force of will he managed to overcome the problem, and started shooting straight again.
Here is a website to back up what is believed to be a real illness, or something that does happen with symtoms to prove it:
https://www.today.com/health/truly-madly-deeply-how-love-makes-you-sick-1C9413697
Quote:
"Can’t concentrate
You may think very clearly, but you can’t think about anything but him or her. It’s the dopamine that gives you that obsessive focus. Romantic love is an obsession. You can’t stop thinking about the person. But you’re thinking of every detail of them: what he said, how she moved, what he meant by that. You’re focused — just not on work or your to-do list. Not surprisingly, some of us actually chase lovesickness. “Probably about 6 to 10 percent of the population is born with poorly functioning dopamine receptors,” says Ware. To them, everything feels a little black and white blah until they are shot with cupid’s arrow and get that reward cascade cocktail of neurotransmitters pumping. Then they think, “Wowsa! Life is in color!” And they continue to chase that feeling. Problem is, nature didn’t expect for us to spend that long in the pursuit period. Nature expects us to settle down and procreate."
Love makes a man, (or woman!), many things, and apparently one of them is sick in some ways.
My late father used to say when he first met my mother and they started dating, when he was just eighteen and she was still fifteen, he could no longer hit anything when he tried to control the rabbit population on his father's farm. Rabbit meat was a very useful source of protein and even income for the farm as they could readily be sold in the local town on market days, especially when meat rationing was on during and after WWII. Myy father couldn't tolerate this for long, so by force of will he managed to overcome the problem, and started shooting straight again.
Here is a website to back up what is believed to be a real illness, or something that does happen with symtoms to prove it:
https://www.today.com/health/truly-madly-deeply-how-love-makes-you-sick-1C9413697
Quote:
"Can’t concentrate
You may think very clearly, but you can’t think about anything but him or her. It’s the dopamine that gives you that obsessive focus. Romantic love is an obsession. You can’t stop thinking about the person. But you’re thinking of every detail of them: what he said, how she moved, what he meant by that. You’re focused — just not on work or your to-do list. Not surprisingly, some of us actually chase lovesickness. “Probably about 6 to 10 percent of the population is born with poorly functioning dopamine receptors,” says Ware. To them, everything feels a little black and white blah until they are shot with cupid’s arrow and get that reward cascade cocktail of neurotransmitters pumping. Then they think, “Wowsa! Life is in color!” And they continue to chase that feeling. Problem is, nature didn’t expect for us to spend that long in the pursuit period. Nature expects us to settle down and procreate."
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